I felt a sudden rush of cold air and just as I was about to look around, someone tapped me on my shoulders. I squealed, but the intruder hugged me from behind. I squealed in surprise but stopped when I recognized the scent of the person holding. Ashen. “What are you doing here?” I asked and kept my eyes glued to the screen. “Nothing. Just bored back home.” He took his arms off of me and laid on my messy bed. “You’re not like the others.” The clicking of the keyboard keys and the occasional foot stomp stopped. I looked at him in the corner of my eye. He laid there as he owned it—half his body on the bed, feet flat on the ground, hands full of my stuff, an arm around a pillow and his head, and my covers on his lap. I turned towards him, look at him straight in the eye and said, “What? Another girl problem?” He only responded with a glare. I smirked and returned my attention to the computer.

Ashen left after rummaging my kitchen for food and force-fed me for an hour after hearing that I haven’t eaten breakfast. I swear he’s more mom than my mom is. Did you get it? Anyway, I got bored after finishing my story that I’ve decided to get some fresh air. The streets were as always full. Since it’s Saturdays that would mean reckless hormonal teenagers going out to somewhere illegal and quickly getting out of a house after partying so much last night with booze and other stuff they shouldn’t touch.

I turned right into an alleyway and found myself looking at a very old signpost.

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I found an old door that looked like it could give out any second. I was very curious, but I was also weary. I didn’t know what the signpost means, though all I could guess is that it is in Italian. Stuck to choose between quenching my curiosity and safety, I chose the former. My feet seemed to have their own lives as they jogged to the ominous-looking door. I knocked once then twice until, as cliché as it seems, it squeaked open. From the point of view in front of the shop, the place was dusty and dark. I step a foot on the shop and immediately felt cobwebs through the thin layer of the blue flowy dress. There was something that draws me in. It was subtle that I forgot all worries as soon as I step foot in it.

I step a foot on the shop and immediately felt cobwebs through the thin layer of the blue flowy dress. There was something that draws me in. It was subtle that I forgot all worries as soon as I step foot in it.

“Hello,” I called out to anyone, but I didn’t ask for a thing to respond. A chair came forward which made me slip backward. I thought I’ll end up outside, but was met with the door. Must’ve closed itself when I wasn’t looking. With all that’s been happening lately felt like I’m in some kind of horror movie or a scare someone internet show.

I rubbed my back which hit the door only the room completely visible and no part of the place even a bit dark from where I’m standing. I slowly stood making sure to make minimum noise as much as possible now that I’m pretty sure someone or something is in here. I walked slowly to the center and found myself under an amazing painting. It wasn’t just any painting; A moon with three faces of a woman holding numerous strings all tangled together with different creatures hanging on the threads: a wolf, a bat, a fish, a puppet and hundred others all mangled together. Somehow it made me feel proud, and I don’t know why when it is a very unsettling picture.

I looked at the bookshelf and noticed something cool and creepy in the place where I got the book. There was a hallway behind it. This definitely made the place more uncomfortable. Suddenly I felt being watched. Not just at my back but in all directions. It suddenly made me feel uneasy. My choice to enter the mysterious place now and the fear now felt like a rope around my neck. Like a sane person, I ran out of the building as fast as I can.

When I reached my house I quickly went to my room and fall face first on my pillows. Not long after I fell asleep.

The sun’s glare woke me up on a Sunday morning. I heard cooking from downstairs and the smell wafted to my nose until my stomach rumbled in need. I dragged myself from the bed and went to do my morning habits.

Halfway to the kitchen with the aroma of the food as a guide, I felt sleepy. Since I know my way around the house, I figured that I could close my

eyes while walking. Seconds later I regret closing my eyes because I collided with someone. That person wrapped its arms around me as we went down. I opened my eyes to meet a man’s chest. By the scent of the man whose arms are around me and prevent any pain, I could tell that it was once again him.

“Are you okay?” He asked and helped me stand up. He looks embarrassed with the blush on his face reaching the tips of his ears with what happened. I nodded, lowered my head and proceeded to the kitchen.

My mom has her back at us in front of the stove with her head banging with the heavy metal she is really in love with. At first glance, you might think of my mom as someone soft and gentle, but really, she’s in love with heavy metal music and acts more of a teen than I am. By being a teen I mean, more partying and having trendy stuff than me. Sometimes I wonder if our souls somehow exchange when I was born (I’m a writer, so I came up with a weirder reason than normal person do).

We sat when my mom suddenly turns on the speakers louder and now holding an air guitar while headbanging. The front door opened and I saw them helped themselves with the food on the table. They were unaffected with loud music and just continued munching on the food. A plate even clattered until it almost fell to the ground if not for Ashen. Mom joins us later and we all ate in silence. It was a comfortable silence, and soon the food was gone.

themselves with the food on the table. They were unaffected with loud music and just continued munching on the food. A plate even clattered until it almost fell to the ground if not for Ashen. Mom joins us later and we all ate in silence. It was a comfortable silence, and soon the food was gone.

They all left hours later after ruining our house like it was their own. Honestly, these moments make me feel more the mother of the house rather than Mom. She’s happy when having them here and cleaning up the mess right while I try to avoid them entering the property or even look at my house. I don’t know what’s going through my mom’s mind, so I sigh and just continue typing another short story on my website.